Melting

It seems a long way,
From those snow days,
As sun scorches parched earth,
From incomprehensible sky.

We made it through,
The winter dear,
Hanging on by fingernails,
But still here.

They say that patience is a virtue,
That, if you wait, things will come to you.
Feels more like, if we try not to breathe,
Things will stay still and you won’t leave.

But time to dare to exhale,
And, when I open my eyes, will
You be here and love me still?

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